AN: I know I like Ukitake being a featherweight when it comes to drinking, but I thought I'd try something different :3

Title: A High Tolerance
Pairings: None
Words: 648
Warnings: None

There were many secrets within the Soul Society. Many legends, many myths. Some are true, some are outlandish but true and some completely false it was a wonder how they even became legends. Some of these myths were easy to confirm or debunk, while many, many will never be revealed. And that was how things should be.

There was one rumour in particular that had many of the Soul Reapers muttering and gossiping in secret, casting sideways glances at the one in question. There was a rumour that no one would be able to out drink a certain captain.

And it wasn't the usual suspects either. Not Captain of the 8th division nor the Captain of the 11th division, the first names that would always pop up. It was well known of their fondness for a good bottle of Sake. But they had their limits to how many cups of Sake they could take before passing out and lying in their own vomit.

No, it would surprise a lot of people to realise that it was none other than Captain Ukitake who had the ability to out drink anyone. Not only could be out drink someone, especially his good friend Captain Kyouraku, he could do it without even a tiny, minuscule hint that he was drunk. No wobble in his step, no slur to his speech. Barely even a rosy dusting across his cheeks.

The next morning, while the likes of Captain Kyouraku or Captain Kenpachi were wincing through his workload, asking everyone to keep their voices down, Captain Ukitake appeared bright and vibrant.

While it was nice to see Captain Ukitake looking healthy and happy, it was somewhat infuriating to know that he had been drinking the previous night and was suffering no ill aftereffects of said drinking session.

Honestly, what would it take to get him to dance around with a lampshade on his head?

It made many of the Reapers dubious, accusing that perhaps Captain Ukitake wasn't drinking the Sake at all. Maybe he was somehow switching it for his beloved tea, or even just water.

So, that made any brave and bold Soul Reaper who offer to take Captain Ukitake out for a drink (all in hopes of busting the myth and to spend time with the beautiful captain), they would buy all the Sake and pour the cup themselves, watching intently for the liquid to be drunk. And in order not to look suspicious, they would take a drink themselves. Matching drink for drink as Captain Ukitake thought it was rude to drink more than his host.

And that was where everything would go downhill very quickly.

This legend was proving very difficult to prove. Why? No one had ever been sober enough to remember anything about the drinking session. All they would receive for their attempts was a hang-over of apocalyptic proportions, extreme dehydration, fuzzy memories and a knowing smirk from Captain Unohana when they stumbled to Division Four in order to receive treatment.

But the fact that Captain Ukitake would appear positively fine the next morning, greeting everyone warmly and enthusiastically. Not even a hint of a hangover. Remembering every minute. It only added to his legend.

And it only made the masses of the Soul Society more determined to drink with this legendary man. They wanted to be the one to outdrink him, to be the newest individual that everyone would whisper about in the bars, restaurants and streets.

No one had come close though. Not that they could remember, anyway.

Frustrated, those who were fans of the legend would corner Captain Ukitake and ask; what was his secret to his supernaturally high tolerance to alcohol?

"I'm just lucky, I guess," Ukitake smiled, infuriatingly serene and sophisticated while sitting in the epicentre of a mass of mumbling, slurring and belching drunken Soul Reapers.

Yes, some myths will never be solved.

AN: Please review~